โหลดเพลง mp3 Work - Naughty By Nature

Work - Naughty By Nature/Mag/Castro
Written by : Keir Gist/F. Moore/Anthony Criss/D. Robinson/K. Sumpter/N. Whitfield
Hey Butter one of us right away
Work uh where all my hustlers
Where them thugs at
All my ballers what
Let's do it like this
Get up
Uh what
Indiana Indiana
Work Mag in this muth yo
Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach
New Jeru Dirty Jerz
Well can you get it like I get it I got to get my blood
Known for slangin' yayo and part the lick with my thugs
F**k you f**k your crew fool and all that sh*t
B**ch it's a new ni**a on the premises work
Ah puttin' it down like I knows to what
Splittin' these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to
Whenever you wanna act the fool and come and test
Get that AK slug through your vest
Forget your dog get bucked
Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck
Now you in the depths of
He'll feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never should looked my way motherf**ker

Don't trust your b**ch a** fool
As far as I can thrust you
Don't make no sudden moves fool and
I won't have to bust you
Trigga Treach he got his pistol do
We puttin' in work from here to Russia fool
So what the f**k y'all here to do work
Huh and it's on like that motherf**ker
And it's on like that
I put in work and it's on like that
You dog I hope you cleaned your strap
Uh huh cuz I put in work
Fatal how the hood'll hate you caught up in drama
Colors and ganja like black auto totes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch them B cases like he fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin' other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic Philly roll Millie by his scrotum
Barrel X to G packs never got along with cops
Like it was Brett Favre and D backs

It's how rap cats believe that
Just puttin' in work and it's on like that
Castro you know it's on like that
Huh huh huh huh work
And it's on like that yeah y'all
We gettin' it on like that
Puttin' it in y'all puttin' it in y'all
Check it I get deep voice like Barry
All you keep now you keep forgot I got permit to carry
All you sleep look at me his face I'll bury
I look at you and say that's
What happens when cousins marry
Work hate that funk sh*t don't show up
Tore up from the floor up
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up
On the run huh it might be bailin' in a Bronco
I be laying low from Rocko
In a condo outside of Toronto

How I feel about y'all poppin' sh*t
Like a constipated port a lot of noise
But you ain't droppin' sh*t

This is me here it ain't no other man
Always into somebody's business like you was work
Work ni**a I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt drinkin' more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we got to f**k over Tommy
I puts in work and it's on like that
Motherf**ker with them snakes and rats
I put in work work and it's on like that
Hope you motherf**kers watch your back
Cuz I puts in work work

New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all
Work ah Indiana comin' on through
Work oh what it means y'all comin' from Queens
Work hey puts it down for my town